Character: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG
Word Count: 444
Prompt: Elvis Pony picture for scifi_muses
Notes: Long before the Island of Lost Luggage

Funny Business

Vegas is a funny place. Never know who you might run into. Course being a city full of sinners, most of the people you meet were running more of a con than I was. Not that I was running a con now. Hadn’t found a mark yet. That was going to take time. I had to take my time perusing the minnows and deciding which one of the plastic princesses was wearing real Tiffany’s and which were as phony as the Elvis clone working the Blue Lagoon Lounge down the Strip.

I was dressed in a good Brook’s Brother’s suit. The real deal. You can’t catch a sweet fish without using the proper bait, and a rich woman will know a fake when she sees it. Especially since that suit wasn’t likely to be on for long once I pasted on my charms, and I didn’t want her finding a fake label. The watch on my wrist was a fake though. I didn’t have enough money left over to buy a real Rolex, but it was a good imitation.

There she was, checking out every man who walked past her table. She should have been paying more attention to her cards. The stack of chips in front of her was sinking fast. I sauntered on over, giving her and the dealer a slow lazy smile. Sliding the last of my seed money towards the dealer to get my own rack of chips. I’m a good poker player, but I wasn’t in this game to win.

The lady was wearing the real deal, dripping in gold and diamond tips on her fingernails. Her dress cost more than I’d made in the last six months, and I couldn’t wait to try to get her out of it. She smiled back, twining a long lock of her graying blonde hair around her finger. “Have you come to take my money too?”

“Could be,” I said with a wicked grin. I know it’s wicked, had plenty of the ladies tell me it was. “But I’d rather take the house’s cash.”

She didn’t have much of a poker face. There was a tiny crease near one of her Botox resistant wrinkles that told me the cougar had a bad hand. I didn’t. It was probably the best hand I’d ever had, but I folded, letting her have the pot. By the time I was nearly out of money, I had her in the palm of my hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she laughed, draping her fingers over my arm. “Let me at least buy you dinner.”

“Darlin’,” I drawled. “I’d like nothing better than to share a meal with you.”

"And that is precisely why I don't do long term relationships," the tall blond man in the pale gray suit told the waiter who had seated him. “Don’t ever let a woman think she owns you.”

“I don’t like women, sir,” the waiter said as he filled the water goblet. “I don’t have to worry about that.”

“Fair ‘nough.” Sitting down at the table, the man who called himself Sawyer took a sip from his water glass. It was cool and soothed the rawness in his throat from the shouting match he’d had that morning with Gloria. She’d gotten it in her head that he was at her beck and call. Silly woman didn’t realize she was just a port of call on the conman’s trail through New Mexico.

He ran his fingertip carefully over the cut along his chiseled jaw from the ashtray she’d thrown at him. He just hoped his marks didn’t notice, but he was sure they were dazzled by enough riches to ignore his ‘shaving accident.’

“Mr. Sawyer,” he looked up just in time to see Mr. and Mrs. Whatever. Sawyer didn’t care what their names were; they were just the latest to fall for his standard con. All he cared about was the silver attaché case Mr. Loser was carrying that would be filled with $125,000. “Sorry we’re late. Had a little trouble at the bank.”

“Don’t pay it no never mind,” he drawled, holding out Mrs. Loser’s chair. Sawyer remembered her name. He’d had to learn it while he slept with her. He’d repeated it over and over again, so that Melissa thought she was all that and more. Women were so easy. All he had to do was dazzle them and sooner or later they’d be conning their hubbies into buying into his scam. “I got here a little late myself.”

“Sawyer!” Gloria’s shriek shattered the polite conversation of the restaurant. Every head turned towards the red head as she stomped through the dining room. “Is this your whore! The one you’ve been cheating on me with?”

James "Sawyer" Ford
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James "Sawyer" Ford
LOST
485 Words
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(  I just want to go home.  )

X Marks the Spot – chapter 5
Lost - Sawyer and Kate
Word Count: 924 - my Sawyer brain is a little rusty - so short chapter
Rating: R - for violence and language
Author: sanguinepen
Disclaimer: Characters ain’t mine, setting isn’t mine yada yada yada
Prompts: 50_darkfics 11 Weapon 8/50, fic_variations Work 1/5, deviant_muses picture #2
Posted to _we_are_lost, lost_fanfic, lost_roundrobin, and jenns_fiction

Chapters - 1, 2, 3 4

Chapter Five

“What the fuck is that thing?” he panted as they clutched each other in the canopy. He could feel her heart beating in sync with his while they fought to catch their breath and stay quiet all at the same time. The tree shook, nearly knocking them from their perch. The twining roots snapping where they were too thin to withstand the force of the thing’s blows. Sawyer pulled out his 9mm although he knew damned well that it would never stop the thing. He aimed at where he thought he saw something move, and the tree was rocked again. He and Kate watched helplessly as the gun bounced down the tree’s trunk into the underbrush where they’d have to work damned hard to find it again if they ever did. “Shit!”

Kate grabbed Sawyer around the waist before he could do something stupid like trying to dive after the gun just as the tree was rocked one more time, and then everything went quiet. All they could hear was their own ragged breathing and the sounds of the jungle slowly returning. “I think it’s gone,” she said still holding him. His heart was beating so hard that she thought she could see it thumping through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

“You sure?” Sawyer swallowed a mouthful of fear, and reached inside to find the surly, cocky, son of a bitch who wouldn’t be shaking like a little kid in front of a woman. “Should have let me get the gun. Or should have let me use yours. Why didn’t you shoot it?”

“I don’t think it’d do any good, that’s why.” She let him go, narrowing her green eyes at him. “And I was trying to keep you from doing something incredibly stupid.”

“Like what? Did you think I was goin’ to try to slug it or something?”

“I never know with you Sawyer. You’re like a loose cannon. I think you’ve got a death wish, but that lizard brain of yours won’t let you die so you keep on fighting.” He wanted to tell her to shut up. He hated that she could read him like graffiti in a bathroom stall. Instead he just started climbing down, searching the ground for the precious gun. “I’ll go back, get our packs. Don’t do anything,” she paused leaving out – stupid. “While I’m gone.”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout me none,” he hissed as he scraped his shin on a sharp lava rock embedded between the twisted banyan’s root stalks. “I’ll just stay here plannin’ on my next death defyin’ entertainment for your pleasure. ‘Cause you know, Freckles, it’s all about me makin’ your day.”

Kate could feel the anger simmering beneath the surface as she retraced their hurried path through the jungle back to where they’d dropped their packs while running for their lives. The man made her want to kill him. He made her want to do a whole lot more than that too, and that just made her want to kill him more. “If he makes you so mad,” she asked herself as she picked up a discarded plastic water bottle with the Oceanic Airlines label nearly worn off from constant refilling.

“Why do you take his shit? You’d be doing the entire camp a favor if you left him out here.” She knew she couldn’t do it. He was like a stray dog, who’d been beaten one to many times. He’d approach slowly, wag his tail a few times for a scrap of moldy bread, and then bite your hand if you tried to pet him. She knew what that felt like. Sawyer had said they were two of a kind, and she knew it was true. No matter how hard she tried to pretend that she was getting a new chance to start her life over here on the island, a life that included a place of respect in their tiny community, it didn’t change that she’d killed her own father. She felt a kindred spirit with Sawyer that she just didn’t feel with Jack no matter how hard she wished she did.

When she got back, a pack over each of her arms, she found Sawyer resting back against the banyan picking dirt and gravel out of the gun’s innards. “I found it all.” She tossed him the bottle of water, so he could have a drink. He was dirty from climbing under the tree, and there were some deep bleeding scratches running up his left arm. “You’re hurt.”

“Ain’t nothing,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve had lot worse. It just fell where I had to fight to get to it. But it ain’t all I found in there.” He smiled up at her with a sly smile.

“What else did you find?” she felt a grin mirroring his spread across her face.

“Just this,” he tossed her something small and shiny that she snatched out of the air. It was a gold coin. “That’s an genu-wine British Sovereign gold piece darlin’. It’s damn old too. Guess this means there is a treasure to be had.”

“I still don’t know the point of this treasure hunt,” she settled down across from him, nearly close enough to touch, but not quite. “We don’t need money here.”

“We won’t be here forever. Someday someone’s goin’ to find us,” he took a deep breath and drew up one long leg to rest his hand across his knee. “We ain’t goin’ to be on this island for the rest of our lives.”

James "Sawyer" Ford
LOST
Author: sanguinepen
Word Count: 323
Rating: PG
Setting: Before the series.
Prompt: #17 Fear 7/50 for 50_darkfics


They grabbed him right out of the bar where he’d been trying to get his shaking hands under control. There was no warning, well no more than them identifying themselves as the police and that he – James Ford – was under arrest. His heart was pounding, and he could smell his perspiration as they slapped the cuffs on him. They didn’t say why they were taking him, but he knew. It was because he’d murdered a man, an innocent man. A man who had made the mistake of trusting the wrong person, just like he had, and now one was dead and the other was on his way to hell. Did they have the Death Penalty in Australia? Would they shoot him? Lethal injection? Or did they have some other interesting way of putting a murderer to death like keel hauling him or tossing him out into the ocean with the Great Whites?

“Hey now,” he hissed as they shoved him in the back of the police car.

“Shut up you,” the cop snapped as he nearly slammed the door on the tall America before he was all the way inside.

“But what the hell do you want?” Ford knew that it was always best to feign ignorance. Never, ever, let them know you were guilty of anything, until they shoved you they had proof, and even then you might still be able to come up with a lie or twelve to get out of trouble. “I didn’t do nothin’ to nobody. Just mindin’ my business havin’ a drink.”

“Not going to be discussing it with you,” the cop glanced up at him through the heavy mesh of the cage that separated the front from the back seat. To Ford it felt like he was on the end of a plank waiting for the churning waters to rip the flesh from his bones. Fear was clouding his mind as they drove slowly through Sydney.

James "Sawyer" Ford
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Author: sanguinepen
Word Count: 336
Prompt #77 Unforgiving 6/50
Rating: PG
Notes: lost in the foster care system


He had his stuff shoved into the single duffel bag the social worker said he could have. It was old and tattered, not the nice one he’d gone into the group home with. That one had been stolen by one of the older boys when they’d cornered him the first night and pounded the living shit out of him taking what they wanted. Jimmy Ford had been so scared. His eyes red from crying, his lips still shaking and the hiccups wracking his thin body, he’d been easy prey for the more street savvy delinquents.

Now his lip was split, and he could taste his own blood every time he ran his tongue over them to moisten them. It seemed that while his eyes were constantly running along with his nose, his mouth was dry as a litter box. His clothes were dirty, and he missed having someone to look after him. He didn’t understand why his father’s family didn’t want to take care of him. His own granny had told the social workers no, when they’d gone knocking at her door. He added her name to the list of people he’d never forgive, right under his mother, father and Sawyer.

“Jimmy?” the lady with the skin like a Hershey bar called him from the door. “You ready to go yet?”

“Almost,” he said as he picked up the letter. It was written on wide rule paper, and he shoved it into the pack with care. Someday he’d know where to send it, but until then he’d take good care of it even if no one was taking care of him.

“You’re a mess sweetheart.” He didn’t like that she called him that. She always smelled like too much perfume and not enough baths. Her clothes were nice, but she just felt funny to be around. “Did the other boys beat you up again?”

“No,” he said narrowing his eyes at her as he tugged the crappy duffel over his shoulder. “I fell down the steps.”

Title - Death Becomes Her
Character - James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom - LOST
Author - sanguinepen
Rating - PG
Word Count: 439
Prompt for deviant_muses #2 - July 2006
Prompt for 50_darkfics #14 Coffin/Buried



It was hot even beneath the trees. He’d walked slowly through the cemetery where his parent’s plot was. As far as James Ford knew it was the last piece of land that his family owned. All the rest of it had been foreclosed on when his mother had given all the family’s money to a conman named Frank Sawyer. Back when Jimmy Ford was a kid.

They’d lost their pretty house. They’d lost their cars, their boats, and their business. Then his father had come to the crappy apartment where he was living with his mother, and killed her then himself on the bed that Jimmy was hiding under.

That was close to twenty years ago now. He was broke again. It was either feast or famine with him even at the best of times. He’d learned to play the game, and he hated himself for it.

“Well mom,” he said as he crouched before her grave, wiping his large hands over her tombstone, a hint of blue chalk beneath his thumbnail. The inscription read – devoted wife and mother. His father’s was about as truthful, but then he figured it couldn’t exactly say. Sarah Ford – slut and home wrecker, and his father’s couldn’t say – murdering cuckold. “Things are pretty much goin’ to shit again, but then that’s the way it’s been since you screwed up my life. I’m thirty, today mom, and I ain’t got enough money to fill the tank in my car. I know, I haven’t been here in a long time neither, not since they put you both in the ground and I had to pretend that I understood what was goin’ on. I know how it works now mom. Run the con myself more than a few times. Been lookin’ for Sawyer too. Someday I’ll find him, and I’ll blow his head off like daddy did yours.”

He got up, cupping his hands around his lighter as he lit up a cigarette, blowing smoke down at the graves. “Just wanted you to know that if I ever do find him, and I have my revenge it won’t be for either of you. Should have been stronger. Should have kept your legs shut. Should have been faithful to my dad, or just divorced him like a normal woman. You had no right to take the money he’d earned and given it to that man. When I kill Frank Sawyer, it’ll be for me.” He leaned back against the tree, slowly finishing the cigarette, and then flicked the butt onto her grave. “Be seein’ you in hell mother. I’m sure that’s where I’m headin’ thanks to you.”

Fandom: LOST
Character: James "Sawyer" Ford
Theme: Road Trip Music inspired by Sawyer before and on the island.
Art & Fiction: sanguinepen

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Title: That Girl is Dangerous
Author: sanguinepen
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer
Prompt: #83 Love
Word Count: 423
Rating: PG for Language
Author's Notes: Sawyer realizes some stuff about Kate that might complicate things...

( Freckles )

James "Sawyer" Ford
Lost
Before the plane crash
Author: sanguinepen
Word Count: 621
Rating: PG
Prompt: #2 Dark Path 50_darkfics, Story from your parent's POV deviant_muses
Posted to: jenns_fiction, lost_fanfic, lost_roundrobin

( the Sins of the Father )

X Marks the Spot – chapter 4
Lost - Sawyer and Kate
Word Count: 1379
Rating: R - for violence and language
Author: sanguinepen
Disclaimer: Characters ain’t mine, setting isn’t mine yada yada yada
Posted to _we_are_lost, lost_fanfic, lost_roundrobin

Chapters - 1, 2, 3

( Chapter Four )

Sawyer (aka James Ford)
Fandom - LOST
Author: sanguinepen
Word Count - 638
X Posted to: jenns_fiction, 50_darkfics
Prompt: Flames

“Did you get it?” Ted Fisher crawled between the high bushes of the hedge that separated his house from his best friend Jimmy Ford’s. Tucked in there next to the carrot headed boy were his Batman lunchbox and a book of damp looking matches that he’d fished out of the garage where his dad was allowed to smoke. Inside of his lunchbox he’d shoved a bunch of his older sister’s Barbie dolls in various states of disrepair brought on by the hands of the 8 year old boy and the family’s German Shepard. “Hurray up Jimmy. They’re going to be home soon.”

Jimmy was tugging the heavy red metal canister that he’d found in the garden shed. It was filled half the way up with gasoline, and was leaving bruises on his legs as the gas can bumped against his legs with every tugging step. It was a three-gallon can, and would have been impossible to move if the boy hadn’t been a bit tall for his age. Jimmy’s dirty blond hair was sun streaked, and he was in need of a haircut. “I got it,” the boy’s voice was snappish, and his green eyes kept darting towards the backdoor of the screened in porch that kept the cicadas and other bugs out of his mother’s afternoon teas on the veranda. “Hold your horses.”

Ducking into the hedge, Jimmy slugged Ted on the arm. “Stupid. If you keep making all that noise, Rebecca’s going to hear us, and she’ll tell my mom and dad. If I get a beating for this, I’ll kill you.” He didn’t mean it. It was just the normal threatening stance of a pair of children about to set fire to something for fun and experimentation.

“Where’s your mom anyway?” Ted asked as he dumped the dolls out of the lunch box, and began to fill it with the gasoline. “My mom says she don’t watch you enough.”

“Screw you Teddy,” Jimmy clumsily gave his friend the finger, while dipping the first vacant eyed Barbie doll’s head into the gasoline making sure it was soaking wet. His eyes were watering from the fumes as he helped Teddy dunk them all. “My mom’s just busy with her classes. She’s learning how to make flower arrangements. Better than your mom who’s around all the time. Can’t have no fun with her at your house all day.” Jimmy gazed down at his hands as he carefully arranged the Barbie’s for their slow painful burning death. He’d been hearing his parents fighting from their room across the big house they lived in. Mom was mad that his dad was too busy at work to spend time with them, and dad was mad that she was off taking classes and stuff too. Rebecca tried to keep Jimmy from hearing the fights by reading to him in his room or playing the TV loud, but the boy new his parents weren’t happy.

Ted’s fingers were shaking as he tried to get the matches to light, one, then two, then three went out before a single strand of synthetic hair ignited. Finally disgusted, Jimmy grabbed the book of matches from his friend, and got the last match to light, holding it carefully tucked near his body he set the matchbook on fire then dropped it on the dolls.

“James Ford!!!” he heard his nanny’s voice cry out, and felt her hand wrap around his shoulder hard while yanking him out of the hedge. The fire was crackling now, stinking of melting vinyl and burning plastic. “What are you thinking?” Teddy had run the second that he’d heard Rebecca’s voice; Jimmy could hear the screen door at the back of his house slamming shut. “Your father is going to hear about this one. Now hurry up and get the hose. NOW”

Sawyer aka James Ford
LOST
Word Count: 485
Rating: PG mostly for language
sanguinepen
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( Oh god, oh god, we're all goin' to die!! )

X Marks the Spot – chapter 3
Lost - Sawyer and Kate
Word Count: 1094
Rating: work safe
Author: sanguinepen
Disclaimer: Characters ain’t mine, setting isn’t mine yada yada yada
Posted to lost_fanfic

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X Marks the Spot – chapter 2
Lost - Sawyer/Kate
Word Count: 1034
Rating: work safe
Author: sanguinepen
Disclaimer: Characters ain’t mine, setting isn’t mine yada yada yada
Posted to - lost_fanfic


“I want you to tell me about the Black Rock.”

“There’s not a whole lot to tell,” Kate said as she picked at a frayed tear in the thigh of her jeans. Sawyer found his eyes flickering over the patch of golden tanned skin that showed through the hole. It had been a long time since he’d gone swimming with her, when they’d found the Marshal’s guns, and he did have to wonder just how much prettier she had gotten since then. The woman made him want to be a better person sometimes, and he really hated her for that. “Rousseau told us about it. We hiked inland until we found it. We were pretty surprised to find out it was a ship. Arnst died while we were getting the dynamite that we used to blast open the Hatch.”

“Arnst?” Sawyer’s brow creased while he tried to remember who that was, and then nodded as he recalled the rabid high school science teacher who’d started going on and on about the monsoon season and such before they’d left on the raft. “Oh yeah, I was wonderin’ what happened to him. He was a twitchy guy. All that rantin’ about the weather and such.”

“Well let’s just say, it wasn’t a good way to go out. You don’t want the details.”

“Don’t be too sure about that. I might just be that bored.” Leaning back against the palm tree, Sawyer rubbed a spot between his shoulder blade that he pretended was itching like crazy while he collected his thoughts and what his next move should be. If there was a treasure out there, he wasn’t too sure he’d want to share it. But if he did have to share it, Kate would be his first choice. He’d be damned if that fucking self-righteous prick Jack got a hold of it. Sides, he was a doctor, and didn’t need the money anyways. “So what kind of ship was it? How do you think it got that far inland?”

“It was from the 1800s,” she said as she reached over to scratch the spot on his back without even thinking about it. She’d never been one to have long nails, but it was nice to see the smile of pleasure on his face instead of one of his sneaky cat ate the canary ones he usually wore. She was trying so hard to trust him, and not hold things against him that he had nothing to do with. “There were chains for holding slaves or prisoners on it. We didn’t explore a whole lot of it though. Arnst had us all totally freaked out about the dynamite. It was sweating and very unstable from the heat and time and stuff.”

“And Hurley made it all the way out there?” Sawyer snorted. “I’d figure he’d be pretty damned unstable from the heat and walk and stuff.”

“He did just fine.” Kate didn’t add in the part about Hurley going ape shit when he’d seen those numbers on the Hatch. “We brought three sticks of the dynamite back to the Hatch to blow it open, and left the rest. What are you thinking about? You’re not planning on going after the dynamite are you? What would you want with it? Can’t see you trading it for food.”

“I don’t want the dynamite.” He climbed up to his feet, and stretched wrapping his long arms around his torso until his back popped just right. “I was just curious about the ship. I mean what were they carrying ‘sides slaves or prisoners. Was it one of those ships they sent to Australia full of prisoners? Did the polar bear come from it? There’s a lot of questions about this place, and maybe some of the answers are on that boat. Did y’all read the captain’s log?”

“Not really,” she let out a ragged sigh as she stepped up besides him to look out onto the endless blue horizon. “We were in a hurry. Rousseau told us about the others coming for the boy, so we were going to try to hide down there. It was a race, and we didn’t know that the boy they wanted was Walt.”

“Well, we found out about that didn’t we?” Sawyer rubbed at the now mostly healed bullet wound on his shoulder. “I want to go out there. See what’s up with the ship. Don’t want no dynamite. I’ve got the guns, why would I need dynamite?”

“I never know what you’re up to Sawyer.”

“What makes you think I’m up to somethin’? Can’t a man just be curious? Think I’ll head out there tomorrow morning. Just need to get a map, unless you wanna come with me?” he gave her a sweet gentle smile and did his best to look like an innocent little boy. “Or is it across that line that the Others gave us?”

“No, it’s not in their territory. Sure I’ll go with you. I’m curious too, and well I really don’t have anything else to do.” She glanced across the beach towards where Jack was talking to Rose about something. “I don’t seem to be needed around here very much these days.”

“Well I need you, Freckles.” He said before he could stop the words from passing his lips. He didn’t know if she believed him or not, and he wasn’t too sure that he was happy to admit to himself that it was true. He loved her. Someday, he might even tell her, but he wasn’t ready to expose that kind of weakness to her or anyone. “Tomorrow morning then? I’ll bring us each a gun.”

“Wow Sawyer and they say you don’t know how to show a girl a good time.” Sawyer settled back down to watch as we walked across the beach towards her tent admiring the way her jeans fit her in all the right places. He had expected to see her go to Jack to snitch on him and his plans, and a broad shit eating grin appeared on his face when she didn’t. There was trouble between them, and if he played his cards right, the good doctor would be out of the picture.

X Marks the Spot – chapter 1
Lost - Gen Kate and Sawyer so far
Word Count: 535
Rating: work safe
Author: sanguinepen
Disclaimer: Characters ain’t mine, setting isn’t mine yada yada yada
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Sawyer aka James Ford
Lost – Missing scene during the Long Con – Spoiler Warning
Word Count: 459
Rating: R – not work safe
Topic: Candy for deviant_muses
Restraints for 50_darkfics

“Don’t move,” Cassie giggled from beneath her tousled light brown hair as she scooted down the length of James’ tall lean body. She ran a string of kisses down his neck, pausing to nibble at each nipple before trailing more kisses and bites down his stomach and below.

“Not like I can Sunshine,” he said pulling against the silk scarves she’d used to tie him to her bed for a little fun and games after pulling off their latest con job. He pulled on them again, even though he had little to no desire to get free. He really did think he might love her. Sure he said the words to her all the time, that was part of the long con he was running, but sometimes when she was doing her best to make him crazy with lust he really started to wonder if he did love her. “Y’all got me at your tender mercies.”

“And that’s just the way I like it.” She sat back, and licked her lips. She loved him. He was so different from her husband, and he’d taken her dull and boring life away from her. Taught her how much fun it was to take advantage of stupid people who really had it coming, and the sex…well that was something else entirely. She couldn’t even imagine tying her ex to the bed like this. He’d been so safe and boring.

Cassie reached over the edge of the bed, and Sawyer could hear her fumbling with something or other. “What you got there?” he quickly hid a worried look. Sometimes the girl could get a bit kinkier than he’d been prepared for. “You ain’t got those nipple clamps again, do you?” He hadn’t liked that at all. Well not when he was on the receiving end anyway.

“Nope something much more fun,” she pulled up a long blue paper straw, and bit off the end of it. “Pixie Sticks. The blue and orange are my favorites. Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you have the other colors when it’s your turn.”

“That tickles,” James giggled a bit as he felt her pour the flavored sugar over his thighs and cock. “Be sure you don’t miss none. Don’t want no sticky spots left over when you’re done.”

“I’ll do my best,” she gave him a wicked smile and began to slowly start licking away the flavored sugar one slow inch at a time while her hair tickled the rest of him.

“Jesus Christ! I’m so going to spank your ass until it’s as red as your lips when you let me go.” By the time she sprinkled the last tube of blue over him he was begging untie him and to hurry up.

Sawyer
Lost
Word Count: 621
Rating: NC 17 – not work safe
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Sawyer
Lost
Word Count: 317
Rating: work safe
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